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there in the dark I'll ring this cracked handbell that resounds In all the dark places of my soul A peacock-hackled countess, a child crying for it's
and Rings a small handbell wensleydale appears Wensleydale: Good morning, sir Mousebender: Good Morning i was sitting in The public library on Thurmon Street
I threw a stone into the river just to see the ripples dance I tied a handbell to my kite string to try and guide you out of hell I planted
better way to make it crash Soiree in the landfill Soiree in the landfill Ring me up with handbells Ding dong Soiree in the landfill Soiree in
tambourine, timbrale, tabla, gamelan, marimba. Got a glockenspiel, a side drum, clap stick, handbell, thunder sheet, washboard, darbuka. Timpani, swish
coming soon Our Summer of Love Before we shipped off (It was) just like heaven ‘87 The rattle of the halyards Like handbells clear and bright
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